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Disappointing Minister
Farmers like to consider themselves an independent lot. For that
reason, their show of unity at Queen's Park last week was impressive.
They showed up to let the Province's new Libera; administration know
it wouldn't get away with the kind of mistreatment and lack of attention
to farmers' problems the Tories had practised so well during their 42
years in power.
The situation for farmers is getting really desperate. More are going
bankrupt every day - 112 per week by one estimate - and the banks seem
to be turning a deaf ear. If relief isn't forthcoming in short order, the
provincial agricultural economy could be crippled permanently.
None of this, of course, is news to farmers. They've known the
magnitude of the problem for years. They helped elect people like Jack
Riddell in the feint hope something would happen to ease their lot.
Mr. Riddell, himself a farmer, seemed to have a good handle on the
situation - at first. As agriculture critic for the past decade, he had always
made it a point to look out for the farmers' best Interest in everything he
did, When the Liberals took over and David Peterson made him minister
of agriculture, there was an uplifting sense of impending good fortune in
the agricultural community.
All of this makes his performance at last week's rally all the more
disappointing. When you're not promised anything and you don't get
anything, you're upset but not surprised. But during the provincial
election, the Liberals - with Mr. Riddell at the forefront - made a raft of
promises, and even had people believing they'd make good on them.
Now, little more than two weeks into their reign, they've begun to
show signs of the same -legislative inertia which caused us to turf out the
Tories. None of the major legislation proposed for agriculture has been
introduced.
What's worse, Jack Riddell, who had a reputation as a tough -talking,
honest and forthright politician (if there is such an animal) appears to be
falling into the "study -everything -to -death" mindset with which
Ontarians are all too familiar. For example, he had promised interest
relief for farmers as an immediate first step, yet he's saying now the nuts
and bolts won't be worked out until August, with implementation slated
for the end of the year.
That will be too late for many farmers. At that rate, another 2,628
farmers will lose their land across Canada before there's any
improvement. In Ontario, which represents close to 30 per cent of the
country's farm income, that will mean 800 farmers or more will watch
their life's work drain away, and that's not fair.
If Mr. Riddell is stalling, he deserves to be scolded. If he's being
reigned in by a cabinet more concerned with public image than with
public assistance (remember, his comments during his government's
first week were a major embarrassment to the Premier), then he should
be prepared to exert some of his own influence, not to mention his
common sense.
Mr. Riddell should be the one to decide what to do. He's capable and
bright, and (at least until last week) gave the impression he/understood
farming. All he needs is the latitude to introduce some innovative
programs, which the Premier, given his "commitment" to helping
farmers, should let him have. — L.T.
Band together
They dreamt the impossible dream but together the people of Seaforth
and area made it into a reality.
Within weeks those people will gather to celebrate the anniversary of
the birth of a facility that larger towns and communities told thein would
never come off; a facility the people themselves funded, mainly through
private donations.
That facility is the Seaforth and District Community Centres. And now,
approximately three years after that facility was structurally completed,
the fundraising has ended. Pledges made by members of the
participating communities have been, for the most part, honored and the
amount needed to pay for the facility exceeded.
Perhaps that is one of the advantages of living in a small town. When.
there is something that needs to be done, no matter how magnanimous
the task, it seems the inhabitants rally to the cause.
Small town Canada certainly reflects a mentality that more Canadians
should. Had more Canadians grown up in small towns, and had more
federal and provincial leaders been able to incite the small town
mentality into the thoughts and actions of the people, perhaps then,
Canadians could make a run at reducing if not paying off the federal
deficit.
For surely if the town of Seaforth and the surrounding area can take
and absorb totally a more than $500,000 project within a three-year time
limit, then the total population of Canada should be able to absorb the
national debt in a similar time span.
The problem is, the inner workings of the government don't function
like a small town. There, it seems, the edict is not .to work with your
neighbor to better the community, but instead to work against your
neighbor in an effort to outdo him or her. And that, takes us three steps
backwards and only one forward in our effort to get ahead of the game.
—H.M.
GIVE THE 000 A BONE — Twenty -month-old Christopher out to her, Christopher, who lives In Dublin, seems to have his
Jenkins combined two loves, dogs and baseball, Saturday mind, or his sights, on other matters. (Mcllwraith photo)
afternoon. But while Sheba, seems intent on grabbing the bone held
The injustices of summer
W ell, the hot weather is finally here; a time
of going to the beach and laying in the sand
and soaking up the surf. foray not get to the
beach at all this year. You see i haven't got a
1985 -type body.
Not that i had a 1975 -type body or a
1965 -type body either, You look in my
highschool yearbook and I'm easy to pick out
on the school basketball team: I'm the ,one
who looks like his uniform is still ori its
coathanger.
And since the advent of Frankie Avalon
and Annette F'unicello and the beach party
movies,. all decgnt people of either sex on a
beach are supposed to be the color of a
hand -rubbed oak table. I have just two
variations of color: bed -sheet -white or
raw -hamburger -red.
I've learned to live with all this over the
years but now, at a time of life when a
once -concave stomach is becoming more and
more convex, there comes along this new,
state-of-the-art 1985 ideal man. I don't want
to be seen on the same planet with him, let
alone the same beach.
I'm looking, as I write, at a picture from the
movie Cocoon of Steve Guttenberg and
Tahnee Welch (daughter of the voluptuous
Raquel who still has a body that would make a
teenagerenvious)and his chest bulges more
BEHIND THE SCENES
by Keith Roulston
that hers does. lie isn't alone. The new breed
of male movie and television stars all seem to
be aliens from another planet, looking like no
male human you've ever seen. Movies of the
sixties in their new freedom suddenly started
finding excuses to have the female stars go
topless. Movies of the eighties have men that
never seem to put their shirts on.
And why not? If I'd spent all the time and
money to pump iron and make health -club
owners millionaires like these guys have, I .
guess I'd want to make use of the investment
too. It's sort of like owning a satellite dish and
reading books all day for these guys to cover
DJust the same it's enough to give the other
99.9 Der cent of the male population an
inferiority complex. I guess we can feel now
like women did in the fifties and sixties when
Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor and
Bridgette Bardot flaunted their impossible
measurements of 38.22-38.
The irony is while men in the eighties are
supposed to bulge more, women are bulging
less. The long, lean look has been in for some
time for women but as females take over the
Nautilus machines and get into body
building, the look is leaner and leaner. The
same exercises that make men more
top-heavy, make women less so. The more
they exercise, the more alike the male and
female forms are.
When you look at these body -beautiful
contests you can still tell the women from the
men: generally the women are shorter.
There's one other thing: the women wear
bikini tops while the men don't, but often it
seems that the women have less to hide than
the men.
f'll be glad when this fad ends. Women
who look like womenare more attractive to
me. Men who look like men might get me
back to the beach so i can turn my
bed -sheet -white into raw -hamburger -red.
2,500 angry farmers
At first it was disappointing. I didn't think
that many farmers had come to the rally at
Queen's Park,
The Ontario Federation of Agriculture had
done an excellent job of organizing it. I
started to wonder what went wrong, then i
noticed the line of marching farmers
extended out to the street, down the street,
around the corner, and down the next street.
They were coming and coming with no end
in sight. There were men, women and
children. There were thousands of them. it
was a huge, well-behaved group, but they
had plenty of banners and signs to show their
opinions. I felt proud to be a part of that
group.
W listened to the leaders of all the parties
and we did not hesitate to express our
opinions to them. Both opposition leader
Miller and Premier David Peterson got some
applause, but also earned their share of boos
and catcalls from the audience.
Jack Riddell, our local M . P. P.. and the new
Minister of Agriculture, addressed us and we
were stunned. He appeared to have gone over
to the other side. 1 could see his hands
shaking as he read his speech. I knew I too
would have been shaking if I were in his
shoes.
That very day, a newspaper had quoted
Mr. Riddell as announcing a new interest rate
subsidy program for "bona fide" farmers.
Now he was telling us that it would be,
restricted to selected farmers,
The provincial bipartite stabilization pro-
gram he and previous Ministers of Agricul-
ture had promised was to be delayed one
more time. Mr. Riddell has decided to wait
COUNTRY CORNER
by Larry Dillon
another year to see if the unfair subsidies,
given to farmers in other provinces, would be
stopped.
The person beside me gasped in surprise
and exclaimed Riddell had accomplished in
only 11 days what it had taken Dennis,
Timbrell two years to do. Both politicians had
made promises about bipartite stabilization
and then failed to act.
Mr. Riddell was, at times. booed and
shouted down by the fanners. He deserved it .
He thanked us for coming, told us what a
"high priority" we have with the provincial
government and then proceeded to withdraw
or water down the commitments he and his
party had made previously We were
disappointed.
W e had made known our presence and had
paid individual courtesy visits to every MPP
who would listen to us. It was obvious our
group of angry farmers was larger than the
politicians had expected. Perhaps when they
have time to consider how many of us there
were and how strongly we felt, they will start
to act.
The attitude of the crowd seemed to be one
of disappointment, but they were not ready to
quit. Many people commented that if the
provincial government continued to ignore us
we would be back. The next time there will be
many more farmers there. If 2,500 people
weren't enough, we would get 10,000,
The most enjoyable part of the day
occurred as we marched off. W e walked along
the sidewalk. When you have 2,500 people
walking in a group 2 or 3 columns wide, it
makes a very long line.
W e marched around the buildings and
across a street. 1 think the first few people in
the group did have a green light when they
started to walk across that street. That light
changed, but no one stopped. As a matter of
fact it changed color again and again and
again for about 45 minutes.
ft takes time for that many people to cross a
street. The traffic lined up for blocks and had
to wait. Angry drivers were leaning on their
horns and shouting. Of course the farmers all
smiled and waved back.
One taxi driver, who seemed very annoyed,
climbed out and shook his fist. He got back
into his cab and started to drive into the
group. He stopped abruptly when a police
officer stepped in front of him.
As the last of the line crossed that street,
that taxi squealed away, zig zagging around
the policeman who scrambled off the road.
We watched the smoke and listened to the
scream of the spinning tires. I felt better
then. I knew that at least one person in
Toronto was just as angry as we farmers
were.
A family reunion
Summer is the time for family reunions.
Other people - fighter pilots, newspapermen,
Legionnaires, Women's institutes, Librar-
ians - have them any old time. But in almost
every weekly newspaper across the land,
every week of our two-month summer, you
can read that the Jones family, or the
McIntosh family, or whatever, had a reunion,
followed by a list of who was there, who came
the farthest, who was the oldest, who was the
youngest, who hosted the reunion, and
everything down to what was on the menu.
Not too etching to the average reader, but
important to the family, so dutifully reported.
After the reunion, on the way home,
there's the usual obituary. "My God,
wouldn't you think that Esther would stop,
after having seven in 10 years." And,
"Tina's got tui' ible fat. She's due for the big
SUGAR AND SPICE
by Bill Smiley
slab if she don't stop eating. Seven pieces a
pie after a feed a shanty man couldn't
handle." Or, "Too bad Wilbur's got so fonda
the stuff. They found him out behind the barn
at 11 a.m., and hadda use a block 'n' tackle to
get him up to the table." And so on.
Well, i avoid family reunions like the
plague, but one summer i was guilty of
attending one. My reasons were three -fold: a
sense of responsibility, love, and a chance to
spend some time with my only and beloved
daughter.
The occasion was the 90th birthday of my
unde, Ivan Thompson, patriarch of the clan,
last of a family of eight, and a remarkable
man.
When you think of a 90 -year-old, you think
of an old man, huddled in a shawl, toothless,
senile or almost, sitting in a rocking chair,
eating gruel.
You don't think of a bright-eyed, lively,
keen -minded fellow who could walk people
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